Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 60: Fifty-One I could have not become this kind of person!_2

“Huh, that kind of thing doesn’t matter anymore; I’ve come to terms with it over the years.” Tim said, shifting his gaze back to the “West Cathedral Chronicles” on the table. “So, what was the question you wanted to ask?”

What was the question?

Ulu felt that there was no need to ask anything else, as Tim’s reaction had already made it clear that Bai Wei’s earlier words of desecration were complete nonsense.

Because before him was a truly devout follower of the Rhein Divine Sect.

Thus, Ulu wanted to discuss the matter of the examination with Tim more than anything, having kept it bottled up for many years without ever having someone to confide in.

“Do you think this is right?” Ulu leaned forward subconsciously, seeming somewhat agitated. “Doesn’t this go against… No, this must certainly go against the doctrine, but why? At which point did the Lord’s grace become so perverted?”

Faced with Ulu’s barrage of questions, Tim had to raise his hand to interrupt him.

“Calm down, calm down,” Tim said. “I know you’re dissatisfied with these things, and so am I, but…”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m no Lord Bishop, just an ordinary member of the clergy working in the library.”

Ulu then realized he had probably been too passionate.

Yes, just as Tim had said, he was an ordinary low-rank member of the clergy, not even on par with the low-rank priests in the churches.

What difference did it make, whether he knew about certain things or not?

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Ulu looked into Tim’s eyes, as if he could read resignation in those grey pupils.

He too must have been confounded once, but now he had come to terms with reality.

Ulu knew he should not trouble this old man anymore, so he was ready to leave, but at that moment, the silent for so long Bai Wei finally spoke up: “The most important question, you haven’t asked yet.”

Hearing Bai Wei’s voice, Ulu tensed up before coldly replying, “Do you think it’s necessary?”

“Why not ask?” Bai Wei said with a smile. “You’ve come all this way.”

At this point, Tim also noticed Ulu’s discomposure and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”

Ulu took a deep breath.

Since you’re so persistent, let’s have you see then.

Ulu’s gaze fell once more upon the “West Cathedral Chronicles,” and he began to speak slowly, “I heard a… very blasphemous notion.”

“Oh?” Tim’s expression gradually became stern. “What kind of blasphemous notion?”

“Some say that my Lord selects followers based solely on… certain physical, superficial criteria.”

Tim’s brow furrowed immediately, and he exclaimed, “That’s a desecration!”

Ulu sighed with relief, smiling: “Exactly…”

“How could that possibly be the sole criterion!”

Ulu’s nascent smile froze instantly: “What did you say?”

“I said, how could that possibly be the only criterion.” Tim lightly tapped the table and continued, “There are indeed not many ‘Divine Favored templates’, but a few do emerge every decade. However, there’s only one position of Bishop, and the one who becomes Bishop must surely possess not only a certain mindset and talent but also…”

“Divine Favored templates?” Ulu latched onto a term he hadn’t heard before. “What does that mean?”

Tim, interrupted, looked at Ulu with some surprise. “You don’t know?”

Before Ulu could respond, Tim, grasping it belatedly, slapped the back of his head.

“Almost forgot, you’re not a priest from Somo City.” He paused, “In theory, the concept of ‘Divine Favored templates’ shouldn’t be known to clergy outside the Great Cathedral, but… this rule has long been a dead letter, so there’s no harm in telling you.”

Ulu clutched his knees tightly, feigning composure. “I really don’t know, please enlighten me.”

“Sure.” Tim picked up a copy of the “Rhein Covenant” and opened it to the first page, “It’s not a complicated matter, you know about original followers, right? Oh, of course, you do.”

Ulu gazed at the “Rhein Covenant,” which he had seen countless times, yet suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

“The origin believers are what my Lord Rhein considers the most perfect human blueprint,” Tim’s fingers traced over the portraits of the four origin believers, “Therefore, they were dearly loved by my Lord Rhein and were granted my Lord’s power, and at the same time they received my Lord’s…”

“Corruption,” Ulu murmured softly, uttering the term he had, just a few minutes earlier, thought to be a “desecration.”

Fortunately, Tim had not heard him.

“This is what we call purification,” Tim continued, “the four origin believers were the first in human history to undergo purification. Because the power of my Lord they embodied was the most vast and pure, they held great similarity to my Lord in many aspects, such as will, vision, and even aesthetic appreciation of the world. Subsequently, these four origin believers passed down these attributes, along with the power, to others.” Tim then opened the “West Cathedral Chronicles,” “Every Archbishop has received such a legacy, and of course, not only the Bishops; as the Rhein Divine Sect spread, my Lord’s power and will, and that sublime aesthetic beyond the worldly…”

Tim’s excitement grew as he spoke, a far cry from the image of the old man who seemed to have seen through the impermanence of worldly affairs.

In stark contrast stood Ulu, who stared blankly at Tim and suddenly asked, “Do the clergy, who have received this radiance, know about it themselves?”

Tim paused and frowned at Ulu, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do the changed people have a choice?”

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at,” Tim seemed to grow angry, “The Lord’s radiance gently enriches everything in silence. Even the lowest-ranked Priest is purified without realizing it. Isn’t that a blessing from the Lord? Why are you concerned with such strange questions?”

Ulu could no longer show any expression; he stared blankly at Tim, only feeling the man’s lips moving and producing an oppressive sound, incomprehensible to him. It was an exhaustion like he’d never felt before.

This exhaustion made him want to leave this place immediately, so, like a soulless being, he stood up, ignoring the still-prattling Tim, and staggered to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of the curtain, and his body stopped.

The next second, a burst of extra strength surged from within him, propelling him briskly to the curtain. Disregarding Tim’s loud questioning, he pulled it open directly.

Two young Priests were lying unconscious on the bed.

Ulu turned his head slowly and stared blankly at Tim.

Tim suddenly seemed embarrassed, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, you found out. Same old rules, one for each of us. I’ve had my eye on these kids for a long time; you’re getting quite the bargain.”

Ulu stared blankly at Tim, his vision blurring, so that Tim’s face gradually morphed, becoming Lu Ji.

…Lu Ji?

Ah, why.

Dead men, still talking.

Tim did not perceive Ulu’s transformation; he kept on muttering, “Really, all those good juniors have been…”

“Ptui.”

An old, rusty pair of scissors was thrust into Tim’s abdomen without warning.

He stared in disbelief, gazing at Ulu who had charged at him.

“Why, why…”

“Ptui!”

Another stab, then a third.

Ulu did not stop; it was as if he had returned to the night he had killed Lu Ji, as if he intended to rip everything apart.

With all his might, Tim barely managed to utter, “Why? Aren’t we… the same kind of people?”

“You gave me a choice?! Did you give me a choice?!” he dropped the blood-soaked scissors and gripped Tim’s neck with force, desperately screaming at him, “I could have been different! I could have been different ahhhhhh!”

“Why?!”

“Why?!”

Tim was no longer able to answer him; it was as if Ulu returned to that failed night ten years ago.

After screaming until hoarse, he was left with answers that would never come.